It was a cold Thursday morning in February. As early as this only a few persons were awake and on their way either home from a night shift or on their way to work. Hyde park was only filled by a few people who was tiredly walking their dogs or taking a morning run. Not so much was happening at five am in the morning, especially this late at year.

The streets were covered in a small amount of snow covering the streets but the most had disappeared from warmer days and more sun. But today it had been still and thick grey clouds were covering the sky, threatening with rain.

The underground was not filled yet. It was no stress and everyone moved slowly, tired and groggy. Except the blond male at the age of 23 who was happily awake this early in the morning. He was running towards the train going to Covent Garden. His head phones were leaking with sounds of violin music, classic pieces that would make anyone peaceful.

He made his way up to the gates and handed the brown haired girl sitting behind the glass wall. Her hair was set up in a messy bun and she was wearing a pair of square spectacles that was hiding her big green eyes. She had freckles and seemed to have just come to work, she was sipping coffee and glanced up at the young who held the ticket out. She took it and let him through the gate and down to catch his train.

There was about six other people down on the platform. The train going towards his destination was already on its way to leave when the male ran towards it and jumped through the doors when they were about to close and let out a small breath as he looked around and started walking further to the front in the train, slowly making his way so he wouldn't fall. When he came to the end he sat down and pulled his bag into his lap and took out his mp3 to change song.

Scrolling through the songs he found something that soothed him and leaned back, waiting for the long ride to be over. Pulling the rather thin jacket around his small frame and nuzzled into the scarf he had wrapped around his neck to keep some warmth.

With curious eyes he looked at the people in the trolley he was in, they were a few and a man was asleep some seats away from him. A head of him was a young boy, he had black hair and was maybe on his way to a early lesson like him.

He was humming softly together with the music piece was made by Bruno Moretti. A composer from Italy. The youth loved his music as well as many others. His humming continued as he stood up and jumped of the train and walked towards the ballet studio.

Alois Trancy, a twenty three year old male with short slightly curly blond hair. He was about 162 cm and had been going to ballet since he was seven, he was practicing with The Royal Ballet in London England where he lived. He owned a small flat and worked at a yogurt shop a block down his house. He lived on his own but liked it that way. He didn't need anyone to be in the way of him. But he had been thinking about getting a pet, but had never been good with animals.

While the clock turned six, he was in the changing room for boys and opened his bag containing his clothes and shoes. It had always been lonely to be a male dancing ballet. No one else but him was in this class, only girls, and him.

The light were bright and there was a mirror on the wall. The benches with hooks over them. Slowly he started to remove his scarf following by his coat and t-shirt. While pulling his tight long sleeved shirt over his head he heard the piano on the other side the wall was playing. He smiled and hummed the melody as he removed his sweat pants and replaced them with tights in the same black as his shirt.

Sitting down on the bench he took the shoes out and laced them tightly around his feet. He stood up and stood on his toes for a minute as well as stretching a bit to get his muscles into work. With a sigh and a look in the mirror he walked out to be meet by three girls who greeted him hello and small hugs.

They all had know each other since a young age and they were rather good friends. Sometimes Alois and some of them go out to take a coffee and shopping. Other days eating dinner or even partying. But that was when they were a bit younger and they just got allowed to go to clubs and drink. They had lost interest in it rather fast.

The teacher clapped her hands and the small group of eleven walked to stand at the mirror while she was making sure everyone was here. The blond was wagging back and forth on his toes and heel, looking down as he waited for the lesson to start.

With yet another clap of her hands his head shoot up to look at her. She spun her finger around which meant we were to turn to look at our right and start our stretching. I grabbed the rod as everyone else and bend to the side as everyone else. We continued doing so for s minute before changing to stretch out toes.

Soon they were lifting their legs and stretching their backs. The counters oh the dancers ribs and small hips were showing as well as collar bones and strong calves. They were all petite, small and skinny, but also very strong.

The piano began to play and the dancing begun. We were directed what to do and re did it until we all had made it perfect. This was how it usually went, but it was getting more intense now when auditions for the ballet show in May. We were going to get to know what kind of show it would be in a week. Everyone wanted to be on the big scene and have a big roll. Alois had played one of the boys in the nut cracker two years ago at Christmas.

He loved the feeling of dancing in front of people like that. But honestly he had wanted to be a snow flake at the winter show. But his teacher had told him they couldn't have a boy in a tutu. He had been mad for some days but let it go, after all he was still one of few who got the chance to be on stage.

The young blonds thoughts were flying around as he danced, just as himself. And before he knew it, the piano stopped playing and their teacher clapped her hands. "Good work everybody. We will know what piece we are going to perform now in May at beginning of next week and I hope you all have a nice day and keep up the good work girls." She said and smiled at the short boy who rolled his eyes and smiled slightly.

He had been called a girl since he began here. Mostly because he was the only male in this group. Madame, as they called her, had thought Alois was a girl the first time she saw him and accidently called him miss Trancy. That had made the group laugh and Alois to blush madly and mumbling 'I am not a woman.'

As they started to walk towards the changing rooms the girls chatted and giggled as they talked about the performance. He was excited as well but didn't show it as much. He quietly walked into the boys changing room and removed the shirt from his body and tossed it on the bench. The young rubbed his face a bit from sweat before sitting down and untied the shoes. Removing his tights brought a little struggle but he pulled them off.

He put his clothes back on and made sure they were sitting as they should in the big mirror before pushing the door open and threw his back pack over his shoulder and walked out.

There was only two hours left until he needed to be at his work, he needed to open the shop and fill the small tanks as well as cut fruits before his co worker came at ten. There weren't so many who worked there so they were two or three every day, and Alois worked three days a week, Monday, Thursday and Friday. He loved his job and he got enough money to pay for his apartment and food as well as his ballet courses and such things as clothes and other enjoyments.

Often he would go on small dates but never seemed to have any interest in the male he gone out with. They were all the same. Same tanned skin with over styled hair and sunglasses, tank tops that showed a lot of chest and pants that were hanging to low even if they were using belt. They had the same cheesy smile and disgusting comments or pick up lines. He gave up on trying to find someone – he would let them come with time, it would work better.

When he was back home to drop his things off he took a rather quick shower to make sure he didn't smell bad at work. He washed his hair as well and got out in about ten minutes. With a glance at the watch in the bedroom he saw he had about forty minutes left. He took a fluffy towel and dried himself.

The blond looked into the mirror and scanned his soft looking face. No sign of hair or pricks as always. Even though he might not need to be, he was fixed with he looked. He hated having facial hair and waxed it from time to time, but it seemed to not want to grow as much anymore as in puberty. But it was more of body hair than facial.

His slender arm stretched over his head and he yawned, the other one stretching back slightly and he heard a soft 'pop' from his back and opened his eyes that had gotten closed. With a quick movement he took the lavender smelling deodorant and raised his left arm, rolling it in his pit. He did the same to the other and rubbed them down a bit before closing the cap and put it away.

With light footsteps he got into his room and opened the old oak closet, humming a song for himself. He had a smile on his lips as he took a purple knitted sweater and some black skinny jeans. His outfits weren't rather complicated and was something you could see everyone walk in. He was simply melting into the folk mass.

He pulled the knitted long sleeve over his head and walked to sit on his bed as he put socks on, after that tugging the jeans up his slender legs. He laid down on the bed and buttoned it with a sigh. With a last glance at the watch, he only had thirty minutes to go.

He let out a breath and jumped up to get his bag, throwing out the ballet clothes into his room and walked out the door, locking it and sighed as he walked down the stairs.

Alois lived rather close to his job so as said, he could walk there, jogging if he wanted it to go faster. But after training he was nearly always tired and walked, only running if he had too and was late. But he had time to relax a bit on his way.

When he made it there he pulled out his key chain and quickly found the pink key with some paint scrapped away from it. He pushed it into the lock and turned the key softly and pushed the door open. After entering he closed the door and locked it from the inside.

There was some sunlight peeking through the big windows, but except from that it was dark. The winter sun was lilting the place in a cold tone and made it all look so frozen. A small shiver went up his body and he turned the lights on, walking to the paying desk he laid his jacket over it and tossed his bag over the small desk and walked around it himself.

Now he had to get going if he wanted to be done in time. Pulling his shirt over his head he took the black button up in the small kitchen and pulled it over his head before buttoning the three buttons on top. He grabbed the white but still colourfull apron with the text Lovely Yoghurt on It in small light pink bubbly letters at the chest of it.

As the top frozen yoghurt shop they were, they had always daily fresh fruits and berries. But like this when it is winter, they don't get as much fresh from the store and close produced, but they manage to get what they need for the winter season.

He pulled out the strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, cherries and black berries. He began taking down the small bowls and placed them in a neat row in front of him, keeping about three centimeters between them.

For a bit he fumbled around, trying to find the cutting board that usually was in the cabinet to the left to the fridge. He groaned lowly and found it in the dish washer, cleaning it quickly he put it on the table and went to his bag out in the front.

He kneeled down and opened it, taking his mp3 out and coupled it to a stereo, putting on some music. Some classical, he knew his co worker would be okay with him playing it and it honestly made the customers more calm.

He hummed along as he pumped the bottle with soap and raised his voice a bit as he turned the water on and let it wash the soap away. He opened the box with blackberries after he dried his hands and cut them up a bit to make them more suitable to put on ice cream. He chopped them in four and after he had filled the small square bowl he had placed out and continued to do the same with the other berries.

He took two of them and walked out to the desk and placed them in the holes that were in the freeze part of the small freeze box. Walking back to the kitchen he continued to fill the small holes with bowls.

He opened a top cabinet and took bags of nuts, sprinkles and candy. He poured it into a bit bigger bowls and walked out to place them in. When he remembered he forgot to put the yogurt machine on he ran up to put it on and made sure they all were on when he walked back into the kitchen to get the brownies and cookies from the fridge.

He continued to hum as he crumbled the cookies a bit and cut the brownie up in small cubes.

When he was done with putting everything up he took a paper bowl and pulled in the lever to the first machine to make sure it worked, he continued to do the same to all 15 flavors and smiled as everything had worked well.

A soft knock on the glass door made him turn around and look at the tall chocolate skinned woman with long light lavender hair. He smiled and but the bowl to the side and ran up to open the door. "Hi, Hannah!" he said happily and turned the closed sign to stand open and left the door unlocked.

"Hey little boy." She teased and ruffled his blond locks with her purple painted finger nails. She grinned as she dumped her bag on a chair in the small workers room and took Alois' stuff as well. "Oh…ehm forgot about them." He said and followed her in.

She had her hair put up in a messy bun on her head with a black hair banc placed nicely on her hair. She was wearing light washed jeans and a tank top with some words on it in French. He looked away as she pulled the shirt over her head. Even though he was gay he didn't like to look at other when they changed, even if she had said it was okay and she didn't care.

He walked back out to the store area and took the bowl of half melted ice cream and tossed it in one of the bins. With a glance out the window e took a new and pulled the mint green lever. Making a soft and thick mass of red yoghurt pour out. He stopped after he thought it was enough and moved to the one a bit away saying, vanilla, and pulled the lever.

"What are you doing you sneaky bastard?" The soft feminine voice came from behind him and he turned to her with a grin after letting go of the lever to the vanilla flavor. "I am eating breakfast." He said and walked to the small lay out with fruits, candy, sprinkles and different sauces.

The blond grasped the spoon to the brownies and took a few, as well as raspberries and chocolate sprinkles as well as sauce.

Dramatically he turned to the woman and bowed down. "Red velvet and vanilla with loads of chocolate just for you and me my lady." He said and moved back up from his position and took two spoons, handing one to her.

"Seriously though, should you eat this? You're like a ballet dancer, don't you have a strict diet or something?"

"Yeah I do, but who cares? I am already as thin as a stick." He groaned and took a spoon full of red velvet cream and a brownie piece, shoving it into his mouth and moaned at the taste. "Stop sound like you are having sex with the ice cream!" The older girl said and took the other spoon for herself and scooped up some vanilla as well as velvet.

Alois took another spoon and rolled his eyes back as he felt the flavors again. "Ugh I love ice cream…."

Both their heads shot up when the door opened and two young girls came in. Quickly Hannah took the bowl and ran to the kitchen laughing as Alois wiped his mouth with his wrist and smiled at the girls entering the small store.

"Hey girls! Have you been here before or do you want me to show you how you do it all?" He said happily and walked closer to the two females looking to be around fifteen or seventeen.

"Our first time really, we heard about this place in a magazine and we had our ways past." The girl with bright red hair that was curled and had long natural lashes, she had freckles and a small blush from the cold. She had a black coat reaching middle thigh and a hat pulled over her head, it was brightly orange.

"Then let me show you the way to the start," He said and bowed for the two girls. "my ladies." The dancer said and walked up to take two bowls and handed one to each of them. They took them and watched the male closely.

"First tell me a flavor you like and I can show you." He said and took the other females bowl, she had a nose piercing and short light brown hair cut into a bob with bangs. She had a read short but rather thin jacket, she also had a blush from the cold. "Hmmm, chocolate." The younger girl said and the male skipped over to the machine containing chocolate.

"You only pull down the lever like this," The word was made into a small and soft ssss sound as he pulled down the lever for a second before pulling it back up and handed it to the girl. "I f you have problems, just tell me. And over there you can choose sprinkles, sauce, and other things to add your little early desert." He said and walked to the side to let them choose their flavors.

He had a stupid grin over his face as Hanna came out and handed him the empty paper bowl with a bit of melted cream in the button as well as smeared out chocolate.

This brought a frown to his face and tossed the bowl back to her. "I only got like, two spoons of that." He muttered and leaned his elbows against the cash register, laying his head on his pale arms. The girls were putting on their topping and was soon done.

They came to weight their bowls that looked rather full and Alois pulled away and motioned towards the metallic square with a small digital display on it. "Who will be first?" He asked and smiled softly as the girl with the fiery red hair put hers down and waited for the changing numbers to stop.

"Aaaaannd….that will be three pounds my lady." He said as he typed in the weight and cost on the check out and it popped open as he was handed three golden coins. He dropped them down in place and closed it with his hip, ripping the receipt over the rough edge and handed it to her.

The second girl with the bob hair cut placed hers down and was already ready with her wallet open and hummed along to the music that had changed into a song by a piece the dancer liked. He grinned for himself. "Like it?" He asked as he typed in several numbers again. "Yeah a bit." He nodded and pressed the button and let the receipt roll out. "And it will be three pounds and a bit of small change."

The money was sent down in the cashier and he closed it, waving at the girls. "See you sometime I hope!" Hannah only chuckled at him and nudged his head with her elbow. Alois was much shorter than her and reached up to her chest. "I think it's seriously thanks to you we got such good business blondie."

"Oh shut up, unless as you I am using charm and make them want to come back to see me." The grin on his face grew and he giggled as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cookie from the counter.

"Do you want to go and take some lunch when our shift is over?" He asked and munched on the chocolate covered cookie and grabbed another. "We could celebrate me dancing in the nut cracker."

"Alois that was some years ago you know. And we have already celebrated that, but I'm up for some food, yeah." The light haired woman said and placed a kiss on his soft cheek.

The blond choked on the cookie and wiped his hand on his cheek. "Hey!" He muttered and felt his cheeks heathen up. "I told you to stop kissing my cheeks! I'm not a child!"

With a flick on the nose the boy went quiet. "Don't yell, and I am still older than you. And for last, your cheeks are adorable." With a firm pinch to the left cheek that she had placed her glossy lips on she smiled at him.

"But what about we eat at a new place?" Changing subject Alois got back to the food. Not wanting to argue about his looks. "I'd love to discover a new restaurant!" The male said happily and poked Hannah's cheek. "What about you?"

The darker hued girl chuckled lowly and nodded. "Sounds good. I'd love to go somewhere new with you."

Honestly it wounded like a date for unknowing ears. But it was a simple lunch date between two friends. Alois saw nothing wrong in it, but some used to think that he was Hannah's boyfriend. The blond had never been in a relationship before, not a serious one. When he was younger he meet up with a slightly older male with brown hair that he used to have a little fun with and ease his sexual thoughts with. But the other man found someone else and they haven't meet since then.

Not that he cared about him that much, he had other friends and was not as immature and needy to feel pleasure as he was when he was young and just got into puberty. But he still missed being intimate with another human, mostly the cuddling and being held.

But he would just let it happen, he was tired of dates and only stumble into some douche bag that only wanted a one night stand, while he was looking for something serious.

Tired of having someone not caring for you and only wanting you as a toy.

"Hey, blondie. Lost in your own thoughts again?" The light haired female said and put a arm around him. "Uhm, yeah. Sorry, I spaced out a bit." The blond locks tossed around as he shook his head.

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It had gotten late when he was on his way home. It was calm on the streets, only a few people being out, on their way home after a long day at work. Alois was tired and he had a whole day off tomorrow, which meant he could sleep and make himself a good meal.

He had also planned on going to the pet shop a bit away in town to look at the animals. As said he felt a bit lonely and he needed a bit of companion ship from another breathing being. The feeling of being alone for what was it now, seven years? It made him feel slightly crazy in a way. He needed to talk to someone.

Digging into his bag for the keys he mumbled for himself as he didn't find them. If he had forgot them somewhere he would be annoyed, he didn't have spare keys. After a minute he found them and sighed as he got the door open and slammed it shut. Kicking off his shoes he stretched and removed his coat, locking the door and walking straight into his room.

Basically ripping his clothes of he pushed the sheets away and laid down. Letting out a huff he wrapped himself tightly in the thick blankets. Looking out the window he groaned, he had forgot to pull the curtains over the window, so it would get light in the morning.

Cursing himself he turned around and pulled the blankets up to his chin and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

A/N: So this is the first chapter and it turned out rather bad, sorry for that. But I will get better as well as try to get the chapters a bit longer. Please review, favorite or follow to know when I update, and so that I know if I should continue my idea. And I promise Claude will come into the picture rather soon or so I have planned^^'